I stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at myself like I was about to commit a crime. My pulse was already thudding low between my thighs, steady and insistent. The burgundy silk lingerie clung to my skin, thin enough that my nipples stood out in clear, hard points. I had skipped the panties on purpose the second I stepped out of the shower. Nothing was going to be between me and whatever the hell I was about to do. I grabbed the little bottle of scented oil and started smoothing it on slowly. The smell was warm and a little dangerous. Just how I wanted it. Am I really doing this? I bit my lower lip hard enough to feel it. Seven days. That was all that was left. Seven days until I walked down an aisle and became Mrs. Adrian Vale. A lifetime of careful smiles and caution. Adrian hadn't even tried to kiss me again after that one awkward disaster months ago. The one where he had cum in his pants from a single kiss and then acted like it never happened. I had spent months telling myself friendship was enough, but... Tonight I was done lying to myself. I was going to seduce him. I needed to know once and for all if the man I was about to marry was even capable of satisfying me. I crossed the short corridor barefoot, carefully so as not to wake anyone in the full house. Adrian's door opposite mine was right there. My fingers curled around the handle. My heart was slamming so hard I could feel it in my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut and pushed the door open. Pitch dark. Only the faintest silver edge of moonlight slipped through a gap in the heavy curtains, just enough to outline the big bed and the long shape of a man on it. I closed the door behind me with a soft click and stood still, listening to his low, steady breathing. He was asleep. A wicked little smile tugged at my mouth. Even better. I was going to wake him up with his cock already in my mouth. I moved carefully, finding the edge of the mattress by touch. The sheet only came up to his waist. He was shirtless. My palm landed softly on the warm skin of his stomach first, then slid upward over the hard ridges of muscle. He felt solid under my touch. It was kind of... different. And the smell of him... God. He was wearing a new cologne tonight. This one was darker, sharper, and completely intoxicating. It made my mouth water. I leaned down and pressed my lips to the side of his neck, tasting the faint salt of his skin. Then higher, to the corner of his mouth. But still, Adrian didn't stir. Doubt hit me hard and suddenly. What if he was awake and just... not responding? What if he didn't want me? My stomach twisted. I almost pulled back. Instead I smirked into the dark. "Let's see if you'll resist this." My hand traveled lower, over the sheet, and found the thick bulge waiting for me. Damn. My eyes widened. He was huge. Even through the fabric I could feel the heavy length of him, already half-hard against his thigh. My breath caught. This was the first time I had ever touched him like this. That failed kiss months ago had ended before I ever got this far. There was no running away now. Not when I had already discovered this powerful weapon he had been keeping from me. I climbed onto the bed with a cheeky smile and straddled his hips, trapping him underneath me. I leaned down again until my lips brushed his. "Adrian..." His eyes opened sharply and alert. A low chuckle slipped out of me. Half nerves and half pure want. He didn't speak. But his body was tense. I guess he was shocked to see me. In the dim light I could only see the dark shape of him and the faint gleam of his gaze. For one terrifying second I thought he might push me off. Instead one large hand grabbed my waist and yanked me down hard against him. The sudden contact dragged a soft, helpless sound from my throat. I felt the hard ridge of his cock press right between my bare thighs. No panties. Nothing but heat and the thin barrier of the sheet. At first he seemed almost hesitant, like he hadn't expected it. His lips parting under mine with a quiet inhale. Then something in him snapped. He kissed me back deep and hungry, a low moan vibrating against my tongue as he sucked it into his mouth. His other hand slid up my side and spread wide over the soft mound of my chest. He found a nipple through the silk lingerie I had on and pinched hard, rolling it between his fingers until it stiffened into a tight, aching peak. Pleasure shot straight down between my legs like lightning. I rocked against him without thinking, feeling his dick thicken even more under the sheet. I was dripping wet now. My hands mapped every hard ridge of his torso restlessly. He smelled so good I wanted to lick the scent off his skin. I wanted to bury my face in his neck and breathe him in while he fucked me senseless. I was goddamn horny. His hand left my chest only long enough to shove the sheet down. The second his bare cock sprang free I felt the hot, heavy weight of it against my inner thigh. Fuck. Even in the very dim light, it was the thickest, longest dick I had ever seen. His cock was already slick with precum. I swallowed hard, weirdly grateful it was just precum and not actual cum like the last time. My breath stuttered. Everything about this felt different. A hundred times better than that awkward disaster months ago. With this, I was glad I wasn't going to make a mistake marrying him. I reached between us and wrapped my fingers around him, stroking once from base to tip. He was even bigger than he had felt through the fabric. My thumb brushed over the wet slit and he groaned into my mouth as our tongues entwined. His hips jerked upward hard. "Fuck," I whispered against his lips, the word breaking on a shaky laugh. "You're good... God." He answered by flipping me in one smooth, powerful motion, settling his weight between my thighs like he belonged there.

He shoved my lingerie up to my waist in one rough motion. Cool air kissed the soaked folds of my pussy for half a second, a fleeting, shocking contrast against the heat already radiating from between my legs. My body tensed in anticipation, every nerve suddenly alert. Then two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning. "Oh..." My back arched off the bed. A broken cry tore from my throat as I felt his fingers stretch inside my warm pussy, the sudden intrusion both brutal and perfect. They were long and strong, the knuckles thick, forcing my walls to yield around them. The stretch burned in the most exquisite way, a sharp pleasure that made my toes curl against the sheets. "Mnn..." Adrian moaned, the sound low and rough, almost animal. His breath ghosted over my cheek as he leaned closer, the weight of his body hovering just above mine. My head fell back against the pillow as he worked those fingers inside me with slow, deliberate strokes. He curled them against the top and side walls, dragging them over the exact spot that made my thighs shake and my breath hitch. Every time he pressed there, a jolt of pure electricity shot up my spine. Wet, filthy sounds filled the quiet room-the slick glide of his fingers through my arousal, the soft, wet click of flesh moving against flesh. I was already dripping for him. The evidence coated his knuckles every time he pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in, deeper, harder. My hips lifted to meet each stroke without conscious thought, greedy, desperate. My hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into the hard muscle beneath his skin. The dim moonlight only showed the outline of him above me-his broad, powerful figure completely focused on the place where his fingers disappeared inside me again and again. I could feel the tension in his arms, the controlled strength as he fucked me with his hand. I felt the first warning flutter deep in my core and panic flickered. It was too soon. I wasn't ready to come yet. Not when I still needed more of him. "Adr... Wait... Adrian, I-" He didn't wait. He pulled his fingers free with a wet sound that made my cheeks burn. I felt empty for one aching second. Then he lined up the thick head of his cock against my entrance and drove into me in one long, relentless stroke. My mouth opened in a silent scream. The stretch burned so good it bordered on pain. He was thicker than anything I had ever taken, filling me until I felt every ridge and vein along his length. My walls fluttered and clenched around the sudden invasion, trying to adjust, trying to make room. His balls pressed against me when he bottomed out, and still he kept pushing, like he wanted to carve out space inside me that had never existed before. The pressure was overwhelming. I could feel him everywhere deep in my belly, pressing against places that made my vision blur. My eyes widened as I felt my pussy throbbing relentlessly around his length. Every pulse of my heartbeat seemed to echo around him. He held still for several long seconds, letting me feel every single inch, forcing me to accept the full, brutal size of him. My breath came in short, shaky gasps. Sweat already dampened the small of my back. Then he pulled back and slammed inside me again. "Argh... yesss!" I cried out in pleasure, the sound raw and unrestrained. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed in the dark as he began to move in earnest. Each thrust was deep and controlled at first, then steadily harder. My head tipped back. My nipples scraped against the thin fabric of my lingerie with every impact, the friction sending sharp sparks of sensation straight to my core. I could feel the heavy swing of his balls against me each time he buried himself to the hilt, the soft, rhythmic slap of flesh meeting flesh. "Oh honey, you're so damn good," I chuckled, the sound half moan, half breathless laugh. The words spilled out of me without thought. The scent of sex and that new cologne of his filled my lungs until I was dizzy with it. Musk and something darker, richer, mixed with the unmistakable smell of us. I was so full I could barely breathe. Every thrust forced the air from my lungs in broken gasps. And still I wanted more. Needed more. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" I screamed. At this point, I didn't care if anyone heard us. The walls could have been paper-thin and I still wouldn't have been able to stay quiet. "Keep fucking me like that, Daddy, this pussy is all yours." Adrian groaned loudly, the sound vibrating through his chest and into mine. His pace turned brutal. He hit me with hard, deep strokes that forced broken moans out of me with every impact. The bed creaked beneath us. My legs wrapped tightly around his waist, ankles locking at the small of his back as I held on for dear life. Nails raked down the hard planes of his back, leaving stinging trails I knew would mark him later. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter at the base of my spine, a hot, unbearable pressure that made my thighs tremble. "Don't stop," I gasped. "Please-don't stop-" He answered with a low, guttural sound and fucked me harder. The angle changed slightly as he shifted his weight, and suddenly every thrust dragged against that perfect spot inside me with devastating precision. My vision went white at the edges. My fingers dug harder into his shoulders. The first orgasm hit me like a wave breaking. My pussy clamped down around his cock in hard, rhythmic pulses, flooding him with wet heat. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, my entire body locking up as the climax ripped through me. "Fu-ck..." I cried out helplessly as my body shook under his weight. He kept driving into me through every single spasm, never slowing, forcing the orgasm to stretch longer and deeper until I was sobbing with it, oversensitive and still somehow craving more. I still couldn't see his face clearly, only the dark shape of him above me, the powerful roll of his hips, the way his shoulders blocked out the faint silver light. And it made me even wetter. Sweat glistened along the line of his neck. His breathing was ragged now, matching mine. He showed no sign of slowing. My second climax was already building, sharper and more dangerous than the first. It gathered low in my belly like a storm, each deep thrust feeding it, making it grow. My walls fluttered around him again, oversensitive and greedy. I could feel how wet I was, how easily he slid in and out of me now, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. My lingerie was bunched uselessly around my waist, the fabric damp with sweat and arousal. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, holding me exactly where he wanted me as he drove deeper still. The pleasure was almost too much. My third moan broke into a whimper. My nails dug into his skin hard enough to draw blood this time. I was so close again to climax. Sitting on the edge of something even more intense until a single thought cut through the haze of pleasure like a knife. Why does he feel so different? The question barely formed before he angled my hips higher and thrust even deeper, stealing the breath from my lungs before I could bring myself to speak. The new angle made him bottom out with a force that left me seeing stars. Tears of pleasure ran down the corner of my face and my mouth opened on a silent cry as the second orgasm began to crest. "Damn daddy, this feels so good I want it every night."

Chapter 3 He did not give me time to recover. The moment the last tremor of my orgasm faded he pulled almost all the way out, the thick head of his cock catching on my swollen entrance, then slammed back into me. My cry cracked in the middle. My hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging crescents into hard muscle as he set a punishing rhythm that stole the air from the room. Every stroke dragged over the sensitive spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes. The wet, filthy sound of his cock plunging into my soaked pussy added rhythm to the slapping of our skin and moans. His heavy balls swung forward with the thrusts, smacking against my clit with every deep thrust. I could feel the impact all the way up my spine. "Fuck-yes-" The words tore out of me on a broken moan. "Just like that, Daddy... don't stop-please." He growled low in his throat and obeyed. One of his hands shoved the silk of my lingerie higher until my tits were completely out. He squeezed both softly while his hips kept moving inside me. His mouth closed over a nipple and sucked hard, teeth grazing the tight peak until I arched off the bed with a sharp cry. The dual sensation-his tongue lashing my nipple while his cock stretched me open-made me dizzy. "Fuck!" I muttered as I felt myself squirting around him, the slick evidence of how desperately I wanted this coating his dick and dripping down onto the sheets. He switched to the other nipple, biting just hard enough to sting, then soothed the mark with slow, wet pulls of his mouth. I cried out again, my head falling back and my fingers tangling in his hair, holding him there while my hips rose to meet every thrust. He was relentless. When he finally released my nipple it was dark pink and wet and aching. He braced both hands on the mattress beside my head and drove into me harder, the angle changing so the head of his cock dragged directly over that perfect spot inside me on every stroke. My thighs trembled in the air. How wrong I had been to doubt a man this good in bed. My pussy fluttered around him in warning. "I'm... fuck! I'm going to cum again-" I could not finish the sentence. The third orgasm ripped through me without mercy. My back bowed, a broken sob tearing from my throat as my inner walls clamped down in hard, rhythmic pulses. I felt myself squirt around his cock, the sudden flood of wetness making every thrust louder, filthier. He groaned as he fucked me straight through it, never slowing, drawing the climax out until I was shaking and gasping and half-sobbing his name. "Adrian... oh God! Adrian..." He still did not speak. Instead he pulled out completely. The sudden emptiness made me whimper. Before I could reach for him he flipped me onto my stomach as if I weighed nothing, dragged my hips up until I was on my knees, and buried himself to my core again in one brutal stroke. "Ouuu..." My face pressed into the pillow. The new angle forced a raw, animal sound from my throat. He was so deep I felt him in my stomach. His hands gripped my waist hard enough to bruise as he began to fuck me from behind, the wet slap of his hips against my ass echoing through the dark room. He spanked both cheeks hard and mercilessly, and I could feel them jiggle under each strike. Every thrust made my soft mounds sway and bounce beneath me. My nipples scraped the sheets with every movement, sending fresh sparks of pleasure straight to my core. I could feel everything now. The thick ridge of his cock spreading me open, the heavy swing of his balls against my clit, the hot rush of his breath against the back of my neck. He leaned over me, chest to my back, and reached around to find my clit with two rough fingers. Damn! The dual stimulation was too much. "Oh, Daddy... it feels good. Please don't stop!" I moaned. He groaned against my ear, his breath warm on my earlobes. I came again with a muffled scream into the pillow, pussy milking his cock in desperate pulses while he kept pounding into me. "Don't stop, Daddy." The words slipped out with raw need. "Please... don't stop." He made a low, approving sound and fucked me harder. Time blurred. I lost count of how many times I came. Each climax left me more sensitive than the last until every thrust felt like too much and not enough at the same time. The sheets beneath me were soaked. He finally dragged me up so my back was flush against his chest, still buried deep inside me. One arm banded around my waist; the other hand cupped a soft mound and pinched my nipple while he thrust up into me from below. My head fell back against his shoulder. I turned my face toward his and found his mouth in the dark, kissing him messily, desperately, while he continued to fuck me with short, deep strokes that made me see stars. His rhythm stuttered and a low, guttural groan vibrated against my lips as he slammed up hard one final time and held there, cock pulsing as he emptied himself deep inside me. I gasped as I felt his load of cum flood my pussy. He kept thrusting through it, his pace slower now as he groaned. I could feel him losing himself in this one connection with me. His cock pushed every drop of semen as deep as it would go. So much that I felt it begin to leak out around his dick and trickle down my thighs. My final orgasm crashed over me at the feel of him filling me. I shook in his arms, pussy clenching around the thick length still buried inside me, milking every last spurt of cum from his balls until he was spent and breathing hard against my neck. We lay together, his cock still twitching inside me, my body trembling as we both tried to catch our breath. His weight settled over me for a moment before he finally pulled out. I felt the thick slide of his cock leaving me, followed by the immediate warm rush of his cum leaking from my used pussy. The loss made me whimper. He did not speak. He only pressed one last open-mouthed kiss to the side of my throat, then rolled onto his back beside me. I lay there, chest heaving, my silk lingerie still rucked up around my waist. Every muscle in my body vibrated. I had never felt so thoroughly claimed in my life. A soft, almost disbelieving laugh escaped me. "Adrian..." I whispered into the dark, reaching out to touch his chest. "That was-" My fingers met bare skin and the steady rise and fall of his breathing. He had already fallen silent again. Exhausted, maybe. Or simply finished with me. I should have felt triumphant. Instead a faint, inexplicable unease slid under my skin. The cologne still clinging to him did not smell like anything I had ever noticed on Adrian before. I pushed the thought away, too sated and sore to examine it. I carefully tugged my lingerie back into place, wincing at the pleasant ache between my legs, and slipped from the bed. We weren't married yet and the house was full. I would share beds when we were married-certainly not now. The marble floor was cold under my bare feet as I crossed to the door. I paused with my hand on the handle and looked back once. In the dim moonlight I could still see the powerful outline of him on the bed, one arm flung above his head, the sheet tangled low around his hips, the faint gleam of sweat on his skin. He did not move. Was he already asleep? I slipped out into the corridor and closed the door behind me as quietly as I had opened it. Only when I was safely back in my own room, back pressed to the door and heart still racing, did the first real seed of doubt take root. Why had he never said my name? Why had he never said anything at all? I pushed the questions down, climbed into my own bed, and closed my eyes, body still pulsing with the memory of how hard he had fucked me. I smiled, biting my lip with accomplishment. Dawn was only a few hours away. I had no idea that when the sun rose, everything I thought I knew about the man in that bed would shatter.